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ursulav

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Well, let me see...

I have two weeks to do five paintings for Mongoose. The roughs are done and approved, and I did one last night in a fit of madness--one down, four to go. (I have a niftily fat voodoo sea hag thingy with a screaming monkey to work on today that I'm looking forward to.) And two and a half more Fans! pages. Got one Digger done. And need to do some roughs for a logo design in the next day or two, and more on a heavy metal album cover.

Yeah, I'm busy.

Squirm War 2000 continued unabated in the bedroom, although James says they're retreating as things dry out. Diotomaceous earth is supposed to work on them, so I'll try getting some of that, whatever the heck it is, before we lay the carpet back down. All the other pesticides seem likely to kill the cat or the birds, or possibly both.

It's hot and humid. I'm not turning the AC on today, because I need to leave the windows open in the bedroom, and I'll be damned if I'm air conditioning all of Cary.

And that is the State of the Ursula today.

breeden
ursulav

(no subject)

Well, let me see…

I have two weeks to do five paintings for Mongoose. The roughs are done and approved, and I did one last night in a fit of madness–one down, four to go. (I have a niftily fat voodoo sea hag thingy with a screaming monkey to work on today that I’m looking forward to.) And two and a half more Fans! pages. Got one Digger done. And need to do some roughs for a logo design in the next day or two, and more on a heavy metal album cover.

Yeah, I’m busy.

Squirm War 2000 continued unabated in the bedroom, although James says they’re retreating as things dry out. Diotomaceous earth is supposed to work on them, so I’ll try getting some of that, whatever the heck it is, before we lay the carpet back down. All the other pesticides seem likely to kill the cat or the birds, or possibly both.

It’s hot and humid. I’m not turning the AC on today, because I need to leave the windows open in the bedroom, and I’ll be damned if I’m air conditioning all of Cary.

And that is the State of the Ursula today.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


breeden
ursulav

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Today, I painted.

And I got in the groove. It happens occasionally. It's the...thingy. For an hour or two, you can't lay a stroke wrong. Time sort of wanders off. It's cool when it happens. It doesn't happen very often. If I could tap into it at will, they would find me dehydrated, starved, twitching with sleep-deprivation, my wrists ginked up like frost-killed tree roots and my eyes shot with a fine red mesh, sitting in a pile of my own art and/or waste material.

Fortunately for all involved, I can't tap into it at will, and it doesn't last for more than a few hours, and leaves me wrung out like an elderly squeegee afterwards, but that's generally enough. I had only intended to get the painting started--it's one of the illos for Mongoose--and instead I did the entire piece in one mad sprint. And as I worked, the back of my brain went "Pling! Pling! Twang!" and a teeny voice arose from within the army of three-legged frogs on wheels and wombats wandering around with vague expressions and somewhat horrified lizards, and said "Yes. This is it. This is the style. This is where I want my art to go, at least for awhile."

And that is an excellent feeling, although I am not sure if I can trust it, since I get loopy and weird when I'm in that particular painting trance, and I sorta wish I could show y'all, the painting, but, y'know, NDA and all. But I'll post it as soon as I can.

breeden
ursulav

(no subject)

Today, I painted.

And I got in the groove. It happens occasionally. It’s the…thingy. For an hour or two, you can’t lay a stroke wrong. Time sort of wanders off. It’s cool when it happens. It doesn’t happen very often. If I could tap into it at will, they would find me dehydrated, starved, twitching with sleep-deprivation, my wrists ginked up like frost-killed tree roots and my eyes shot with a fine red mesh, sitting in a pile of my own art and/or waste material.

Fortunately for all involved, I can’t tap into it at will, and it doesn’t last for more than a few hours, and leaves me wrung out like an elderly squeegee afterwards, but that’s generally enough. I had only intended to get the painting started–it’s one of the illos for Mongoose–and instead I did the entire piece in one mad sprint. And as I worked, the back of my brain went “Pling! Pling! Twang!” and a teeny voice arose from within the army of three-legged frogs on wheels and wombats wandering around with vague expressions and somewhat horrified lizards, and said “Yes. This is it. This is the style. This is where I want my art to go, at least for awhile.”

And that is an excellent feeling, although I am not sure if I can trust it, since I get loopy and weird when I’m in that particular painting trance, and I sorta wish I could show y’all, the painting, but, y’know, NDA and all. But I’ll post it as soon as I can.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.